The Little Villager's Verse Book — Path of Life

Oh, Lord,—in sickness and in health,
To every lot resign'd;
Grant me, before all worldly wealth,
A meek and thankful mind.

As, Life, thy upland path we tread,
And often pause in pain,
To think of friends or parents dead,
Oh! let us not complain.

The Lord may give or take away,
But nought our faith can move,
While we to Heaven can look, and say,
"OUR FATHER lives above."